billy joe shaver - willy the wandering gypsy and me lyrics
three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinkers
moving does more than the same thing for me
w-lly, he tells me that doers and thinkers
say moving’s the closest thing to being free
he’s a rosined, he’s a rigging, he laid back his wages
he’s a dead set on riding the big rodeos
my woman’s tight with an overdue baby
w-lly he’s yelling, “hey gypsy, let’s go”
w-lly, you’re wild as a texas blue norther
ready rolled from the same makings as me
and i reckon we’ll ramble till h-ll freezes over
w-lly, the wandering gypsy and me
now ladies, we surely will take up your favors
and we’ll surely warn ya there never will be
a single soul living can put brand or handle
on w-lly, the wandering gypsy and me
well, they dance on the mountains and they shout in the canyons
and they swarm in a loose herd like wild buffaloes
jamming our heads full of figures and angles
telling us things that we already know
w-lly, you’re wild as a texas blue norther
ready rolled from the same makings as me
and i reckon we’ll ramble till h-ll freezes over
w-lly, the wandering gypsy and me
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